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Today is a very exciting day for Hunter. Why, you ask? Because it’s his very first Grom!
Everyone was dancing, mingling, eating, drinking, singing along to the songs and in general having fun. Hunter was doing most of those things as well, currently he was chatting with Mattholomule and Gus. Meanwhile, the rest of the Hexsquad were boogieing down on the dance floor, busting the funkiest moves the Boiling Isles ever saw.
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"This drink is surprisingly good. I wonder what's in it." Gus said.
"Yeah, someone totally spiked the apple blood bowl." Mattholomule said.
"Eh, whatever. Still tastes good." Gus said as he took another swig.
"This is pretty cool. The music, the dancing, and stuff like that."
"Definitely, this is the best Grom I've been to. You're lucky it's your first!" Mattholomule said to Hunter.
"Yeah, this is really fun, I can't believe I missed out on all this." Hunter said.
Gus then glanced to the right and saw Willow approaching Hunter.
"Well, anyway, we're heading to the dance floor. And it seems like you might be too." Gus said as he went to dance with Mattholomule.
And there Hunter was, standing with a drink in his hand, watching his fellow schoolmates being victims of the night.
Huh, I wonder what Gus meant by 'And it seems like you might be too'. Oh well, it's probably noth-
"Hey, Hunter, come dance with me!" Willow said.
"Uh, well, I don't know how." Hunter replied.
"Don't worry, I'll show you." Willow answered back.
She took his arm and guided him to the dance floor, making their way through the crowd.
Hunter was nervous, and was looking around.
"Don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me." Willow said as they started dancing.
And keep his eyes on her he did. He watched the way her body danced to the music, her feet stomping to the beat, her arms swaying through the air, her head cocking side to side. And he followed suit. He copied her moves as best he could, and eventually found his rhythm, dancing like his partner.
"See, I knew you could do it!" Willow exclaimed.
"Well, you're holding back."
Willow chuckled. "Shut up and dance with me."
And so they did, getting closer and closer and closer to each other, and then they started dancing together. Hunter never felt so close to Willow before. He felt safe, like they were the only ones on the planet, dancing the night away to the bass and the fading light. And he saw in her eyes that she felt the same way.
Eventually they started dancing like they knew the choreography since birth, every slight change of their hands, feet, arms and legs were in sync, they were dancing as though they were one.
This woman is my destiny. My discotheque, Juliet, teenage dream.